Quickly after my first kill, adrenaline rushing through my body, I ran to the back of the house, to the deck, where I found my 2nd and last victim of the night. Peter sat there minding his own business talking with his friends. I checked the time to insure there was enough time left. After reading 11:51 PM, I drew the spoon from my shirt and gently touched his neck with it to tell him I was here to kill. He quickly grabbed my arm in attempt to stop me, but with a twist of the arm I slit his throat. He was gone. #RIPPETER
Note this occurred before midnight at 11:49
